To Save A Relationship (Therapy / Transformation / Bimbofication)

Amber and her boyfriend waited in the lobby, waiting for their appointment with their therapist. After a domestic squabble a couple weeks ago, this one was a "required" visitation, at least that is what the police department had told them. Amber wasn't happy about it, but her boyfriend, Brandon, was thrilled.

She sat on the couch with a grumpy face, arms crossed. She glanced at her boyfriend. "I don't know why you're so happy," she remarked.

Brandon shrugged. "I want us to have a healthy relationship, and I know this place does really good work for couples like us. That police officer that came by the last time you called during one of your hysterical moments recommended it, he said it worked for his wife."

Amber rolled her eyes, "I'm NOT the problem! If you didn't aggravate me by complaining about my body or degrading me in public, I wouldn't act like this! I knew years ago I should've been with a better man than you."

Brandon shook his head and scoffed, "Maybe take better care of yourself, and I wouldn't have to complain about you, and I'm getting tired of your attitude. That's the whole reason we're here, you just need to learn how to behave and stop acting like a spoiled brat. Besides, you know I put up with you because I've always loved you, and provided for you, I really try me best for this to work out. I just don't know why that isn't enough."

"I'm not a spoiled brat! And I do take care of myself!" Amber exclaimed, as if it was the first time she's heard this conversation.

Brandon didn't say anything back, and just turned his attention to the television on the wall. They sat in silence, waiting to be called. Amber sighed, she looked over at her boyfriend again. She felt a bit guilty, maybe it was her fault after all, or maybe she was just too stubborn to admit it. Being accused of being a regular old hysterical woman though, she can't believe he was so outdated.

"You haven't been good at sex lately" Amber muttered under her breath, loud enough for Brandon to hear.

"Excuse me?" Brandon said, looking over.

"You're the problem. You aren't good at sex anymore. I have needs, and you can't even satisfy them," she said, staring him dead in the eye.

Brandon chuckled, "Is that it? I've been getting off fine, you're the one who's like a plank of wood in bed. You know how much effort I have to put in with that flat ass and those non-existent boobs of yours? I'm lucky I get off with you at all."

Amber was taken aback, and lashed at him, "Funny, coming from the guy whose dick is so small he has to really spread my non-existent cheeks then, huh? Prick!
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Brandon scoffed and turned his head, "Bitch."

They proceeded to go back and forth with insults for a while.

"Douchebag."

"Ungrateful twig."

"Moron."

"Spoiled brat." Brandon stuck out his tongue at her and made a funny face.

Amber was about to say something else, but was cut off by the sound of her name being called.

"Amber Marie?" a woman wearing a white coat said.

"That's me," Amber replied, raising her hand, but not turning away from glaring at her boyfriend with dagger-like eyes.

The woman in white glanced back and forth at the two, she's clearly seen these kinds of squabbles in the clinic before, but yet still seemed fascinated by them. She coughed to get their attention.

"I'm Dr. Firmer, I'll be in charge of fixing you today." She glanced at a document on her clipboard, then looked right at Amber.

Amber spouted off, "What are you looking at me for?"

Dr. Firmer chuckled, "It says here on the paper that you are the one in this relationship that needs the most work. The officer that filed the report on your last domestic squabble said that you have been difficult and unruly when they responded to the call. I think it will be perfectly fine if we start with the one-on-one session, with you first, and then we'll bring your boyfriend in after."

"One-on-one? Why would I need one-on-one, it's Brandon that is the problem!" Amber whined.

The doctor smiled, "Oh, trust me, once the treatment is done with, you will be much better off."

"I'm not the problem," Amber protested.

"Well, let's not worry about that now. Just follow me, and we'll get you started, okay?" the doctor said.

Amber huffed, she got up and walked into the hall with Dr. Firmer, leaving Brandon sitting in the lobby. He grinned and waved, "I'll see you when you're better honey!"

"Shut up!" Amber replied, sticking her middle finger up at him, not looking back.